#Pretty Boy - Chapter 4 - 47

[jtl-fics]

You know I cant get enough of my pretty boy

WIP Wednesday 4/10/24 (Closed) | Pretty Boy

Neil rolls his eyes, "I'll take a sip of the banana one."

"You're going to make more than just a sip." Andrew says because even he doesn't think he could finish off two of this place's milkshakes on his own.

"Two sips." Neil relents.

#FIC: Pretty Boy #AFTG #AFTG Fic #Neil Josten #Andrew Minyard #Andreil #Pretty Boy - Chapter 4 - 47 #4-10-24 WIP Wednesday #WIP Wednesday Ask Game #01

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART EIGHT)

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 5.5 - 6 - 7 - 8

notes: i feel that this chapter is very underwhelming bc i wrote it at work 🫡 so sorry

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 hi people! thank you for tuning into tonight’s (brief) postgame recap! this is a very sad night for my favorite boys, as we lost 6-1 to the winnipeg jets.

we had a meager three penalties tonight!

starting off with erik, who has banned me from making any more name puns (boring!). erik got a penalty for tripping, bringing him up to an astounding 47 penalty minutes this season!

next, i’d like to bring your attention to jack’s picture. nothing special, i just like it.

and then, of course, we have my boyfriend again; chewing on his glove like a rabid little chihuahua <3

the next penalty was from siegs at the very end of the 1st period for high sticking! i had dawson do my dirty work for me and give him a very stern talking to during intermission!

next up, we have hershey bar looking very displeased, and i can’t say i blame him!

we got a little over halfway through 3rd period before we got the final penalty from the newest swiss, timo for holding! he took a lesson from my very rude boyfriend and hid behind the stanchion. i very much did not like that.

however, our lone goal came with SECONDS left in the game, scored by the captain himself! who still looked very disappointed to say the least.

and lastly, bff number 1 says i should apologize to bff number 2 for dissing him last night 😒 so we have a picture of marinara and i’m supposed to tell him that i’m proud of him (i’m not sure what for though? he didn’t do anything 🤷‍♀️)

tagged ehaula, jackhughes, siegenthaler34, nicohischier, tmeier96 and john.marino97

ehaula i know i asked you to stop but now it feels weird without the name puns

y/ndevils00 so….

ehaula so you can do the puns

y/ndevils00 OH THANK GOD! do you realize how hard it was to withhold from them?! it was torture!

ehaula it’s been one post

user18 i’ve become so used to the “haula” puns that i forgot who erik was for a second

siegenthaler34 i made my y/n post debut!

y/ndevils00 it could’ve been for a better reason…

nicohischier you weren’t even there but you still got 2 horrible photos of me

y/ndevils00 i have spies everywhere

nicohischier what does that even mean?

y/ndevils00 guess you’ll never know

jackhughes why?

y/ndevils00 why what? why do i praise you when you don’t appreciate it? i don’t know, you would think i would’ve learned by now

jackhughes no. why the 2nd picture? why do you like it? why call me a chihuahua?

y/ndevils00 i like it. your eyes are so pretty and blue. because you’re small and scrappy and chew on everything.

jackhughes i’m 5’11

y/ndevils00 sure you are honey

dougieham if you went just based off y/n’s posts and comments, i don’t think anyone would ever guess that her and marino are genuinely best friends

y/ndevils00 it’s called tough love <3

john.marino97 she’s evil

trevorzegras i’m forever grateful that i’m a duck so i’ll never be subjected to the torture you put these guys through

y/ndevils00 there’s always next trade szn 😈

trevorzegras the ducks would never trade me

y/ndevils00 i have friends in high places… watch your back zegras

tmeier96 hughesy told me to sit there before i went into the box. he didn’t tell me why but i guess now i know

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes do you not love me? do you not want to see me happy? this is why luke is my favorite

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 luke is your WHAT?

lhughes_06 @/y/ndevils00 i feel so special! thank you y/n/n!

john.marino97 i have multiple questions. starting with: why is DAWSON bff number 1? and i didn’t get a penalty so you could be proud of me for that???

y/ndevils00 i like him better. and that’s very true, however you didn’t get a goal or an assist either so….

dawson1417 translation: y/n holds you to a higher standard because she knows how well you play. she knows you can do better but she’s proud of you regardless.

john.marino97 @/dawson1417 well why doesn’t she say it like that? that’s kinda sweet!

y/ndevils00 emotions are for the weak

john.marino97 @/jackhughes i think your girlfriend is broken

jackhughes she just likes to seem tough on the internet. watch this 👀

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 i love you so much sweet girl ❤️ i can’t wait to get home

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes i love you too, now come home!

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 aww you miss me?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes sure, but also you lost your game which means you lost the bet and you have to give LSH her bath <3

#media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl blurb #nhl fic #john marino #dawson mercer #luke hughes #nico hischier #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

[mamadoc]

1, 2, 11, 20😊

1 - Talk about someone who changed your life.

Okay. I took far too long to think about this. Since we're all in a post 6x6 and TTPD era, here's a vulnerable, tortured answer.

I had a very close friend for several years. My husband and I were very close to her and her husband. Our kids were friends. We went to the same church, all loved to travel, had similar interests and tastes, had all lived internationally, went on double dates, etc. We even considered having them raise our kids if my husband and I both passed away. In sum, we were super close.

Then COVID hit. As a doctor COVID was difficult. I struggled a lot because I was taking care of sick patients. I recall one tearful day of talking to a pregnant mom who was about to be transferred to the ICU and was saying goodbye to her other children. It really wasn't safe or comfortable to go to work for a long time. I wasn't really dealing with it well, especially with the people around me treating it like it didn't matter. I was really depressed for the first time in my life.

This friend didn't understand that or if she did, she didn't care. So, when I said I wasn't interested in going out in public and having any type of birthday celebration for my birthday (who wants to celebrate turning 41 anyway?), she started attacking me on a personal level. I was already in a dark place and instead of being a good friend and supporting me, she just keep sending me hateful messages.

That was the first and only time in my life I considered suicide. I reached out for help and got it. I wasn't in that dark pit for a long time. I'm much better now. I mostly have my sister to thank for that.

I brought her flowers for Valentine's Day with an apology note a few weeks after that. She never apologized. I brought treats to her a few weeks after that with an apology note explaining why I felt so hurt. I tried to call to explain how I felt so that I could heal. She never answered the phone.

I'm still not sure what I have to apologize for or why she never seemed to accept or offer an apology. But that was two years ago. We still don't talk. Our husbands don't talk. Our kids don't play together anymore. For a long time, I didn't like going to church because I knew I'd have to see her.

Most of that is better now. I'm just sad for a lost friendship and for the dark place I had to crawl out of.

I've used a slight modification of her name for a character in one of my stories who betrayed Lucy. I thought that might be therapeutic, but it just brought the situation up to the surface again.

Uhhh... I can't believe I just wrote all of that. I'll try to keep the rest of the answers a bit lighter.

2 - Talk about something you really want to do.

I LOVE to travel. I've been to 47 states and 16 countries. My husband and I had all of our plans in place to get to all 50 states before we turned 40. Then COVID hit and all of our plans were dashed when travel shut down. We're going at a slower pace now, but we're getting close to it. #48 (NM) in October, #49 (HI) July 2025 as a 20th anniversary trip, and #50 (AK) the summer of 2026.

11 - Share something you're proud of.

According to AO3's stats, I've posted over 339k words since I started posting 7 months ago (plus another 9-10k chapter I hope to finish tonight). I know there are those that blow me out of the water (Ahem, ahem @girlintotv and @centralperkchenford) with their numbers, but I'm pretty proud of that as a first-time writer and working mom with 4 young kids.

20 - Share with us a random fact or two.

I'm afraid I've already overshared. *yikes* But here we go.

I'm the oldest of 6 kids. The first 4 of us are all 23 months apart, then 27 months apart, and 25 months apart. So, we're essentially every 2 years for 10 years with all of our birthdays clustered together. 3 boys and 3 girls.

I had the chicken pox for my eighth birthday. My grandparents came to visit for my birthday, but they were afraid of getting shingles. So, I had to stay in my bedroom on the second floor, and they stayed on the first floor for the whole time they were visiting. I still remember standing in the hallway near the dining room while they sang happy birthday. One of my siblings blew out the candles for me and my mom brought me a piece of cake in the hallway. (Man, I'm still rocking those depressing TTPD vibes, aren't I?) I was officially not contagious the day my mom came home from the hospital with baby #5 in our family, and I remember being so excited to be healthy enough to hold my baby brother.

Sheesh. Now you probably won't ever ask me anything again. Between TTPD, 6x6, and the angst I'm supposed to be writing right now, I'm coming up with some strange answers.

Sorry to be the Eeyore in the crowd. Thanks for asking me to play though.

Ask game

#ask game

[shiro-s2e2-erukinzu]

Undead Unluck Week Day 2: Favorite Scene / Moment

Now this is a hard one for me to choose...! 😅 There are too many moments / scenes that I love from this series that I can't just choose one... So, I think I'm gonna do a top 5 of some of my favorite moments / scenes in no particular order! 😁 And since there's obviously gonna be spoilers, I'm gonna put a warning here like I do when I talk about the newest chapters of Spy X Family...!: 😉

*Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss a bunch of spoilers for Undead Unluck!! You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

Number 1: Everything that Anno Un (aka Akira Kuno) did in the Autumn Arc...!

This may seem like a lot, but pretty much everything that Anno Un did in the Autumn Arc was some of my favorite moments in the entire series...!! 😆 Especially during the flashback of Akira Kuno in chapter 47, the way he talked about Andy and Fuuko as "The characters I loved the most from the story that rushed into my brain that day", that really reminded me of me and how much I love the characters and stories that I've written for myself over the years that mean the absolute world to me...! 💗 I was moved to tears and I was even like: "Was this written specifically for me...?!" 😭 And thus, Undead Unluck went from being something that I just really enjoyed to something truly special, and it's all thanks to Akira Kuno / Anno Un, the Negator Unknown...!! 🤗

Number 2: Shen comes back as Mui's Jiangshi...!!

Now, I won't talk about this as much as my first favorite moment (mainly because, yet again, I'm saving a lot of what I want to say for another day 😉), but I have gush about this scene for a minute!! 😆 I was in literal shambles when I saw Shen gets a hole through his chest and was about to die, but after a plea from his deceased sister Mei to stay alive and be there for Mui, Shen comes back to tell Mui to kill him with the Game of Death artifact in her hand so that he can be by her side and protect her...!! 🥹 Mui succeeds and Shen comes back as Mui's Jiangshi!! 👏😭Just an amazing scene around in my opinion...!!

Number 3: Andy's feelings for Fuuko...!!

The next moment I talk about happens in chapter 79, when we get to see Andy's true feelings for Fuuko...!! 💗 At this point in the story, I already enjoyed the dynamic that Fuuko and Andy shared, but this where I fell even more in love with the romantic part of their relationship!! 💗🤗💗

Number 4: "This is where our counterattack begins..."

After watching all her friends die against Sun, Fuuko declares that in Loop 101, the final loop, she will gather all of her friends and they WILL NEGATE the Gods, Luna and Sun!! ✊ This moment gave me literal chills when I first read it and made Fuuko even more of a favorite mine than she already was...!! 👏👏👏

Number 5: "We are so glad that we picked you..."

There are so many amazing parts in Loop 101, but one of my absolute favorites happened not that long ago in chapter 196!! This is where we learned that Negator's aren't chosen by God, but by the previous negation ability holders...!! 😲 This was a HUGE revelation for the series and makes me even excited to see how Fuuko and the Union will win against the Gods and their Master Rules!! 👏😆

Boy, it was really hard to only pick five of my favorite moments (and even harder to just choose one), but I really love the choices that I made and hope that if I get the chance again some other time, I can share more of my favorite scenes from Undead Unluck!! 😁

Two days down, five more to go!! Hopefully I can keep up this momentum for the rest of the week...!! 🤞

#uuweek2024 #undead unluck #uu #udul #undead + unluck #undeadunluck

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 74. brb x oc

a/n: me @ me: stop creating more characters for this fic, you dumbass.

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, IM SORRY IM JUST HAPPY OK

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“And we’re home!” Rooster’s usually deep voice came out higher as he opened the passenger door to pick up Nikki, “Home,we’re home! Isn’t that fun?” Nicole wriggles her legs when he picks her up, kissing her cheek and closing the door with his hip.

The dogs were already alert by their presence, Eleanor’s deep bark being the loudest of the three followed by Jolene’s claws scratching on the door so they’d come in quickly, “We are all going out tonight, honey, isn’t that fun?” Rooster unlocks the garage door and the dogs go wild. Eleanor and Jack have the zoomies while Jolene sits patiently next to Rooster with her tail wagging on the tiled floor, “Hey,Jojo. Is Bea home?”

The pittie licks his hand after he pets her, then trots away to the hallway where she lies down, “Ah,not yet huh? That’s fine.” he places the baby bag on the kitchen counter, moving Nicole to his opposite arm, “She’ll be home soon.”

“Aa!” 

“Yes,Birdie,mommy will be home soon.”

Nicole smacks her lips a few times, giggling when she sees Eleanor and Jack still zooming around the house, just a blur of white and brown running from one side to the other - Eleanor sometimes slamming onto something along the way as she usually did. Rooster smiled down at his daughter, fixing some of the strands that covered her forehead, “You know, maybe it’s better if we give you a bath, huh? Get all cleaned up when mommy gets here?”

She ‘aa’ed again, pressing her open mouth on his chin to ‘kiss’ him again, which makes him laugh softly, “Okay,silly girl, you wanna wait for mommy?” another kiss on his cheek followed by Nicole looking towards the front door, “Okay, let’s stay in the living room then.”

Today was…pretty nice, he had to admit.

It’s been some time since he spent time with Mav and now he had Nicole to add to the mix! There was nothing better than spending time with family…and Mav was his family. As he sits down on the couch, he leans back against it to keep his eyes on Nicole as she babbles happily, tapping her tiny hands on the seat and staring at it after the dull thud reached her ears.

So she did it again, slapping her palms against the top of the couch and gurgling a laugh because she was making noise. Bradley just smiled, tilting his head to have a better look as she had her fun…she was so big already. She was still four months old but he remembered how Claudia said that Nicole was ‘stretched up’ already for her age, she said that some of the boys were the same and he also recalled his own baby pictures.

“You are going to be kinda tall,huh?” he smiles, watching the pigtails bounce as she continues her rhythm creation, “...just don’t grow up too fast, okay?”

He was excited to see what his daughter was going to look like when older, that was something every parent goes through…but he didn’t want to miss her younger years either. There was always something he wanted her to experience, he wanted her to enjoy her young life the best she could and maybe that was why they were going out tonight.

While feeding Nicole back at Mav’s he was hit with a thought that this was special…and unique, this was an experience that was going to mold Nicole when she’s older. She’d grow with a fuckton of uncles and aunts, cousins, she’d have people to run to when she needs…maybe it was his own trauma speaking, because while he had a wonderful childhood - within his mother’s grasp that is - he missed having more moments with people around them.

His mother’s siblings were…alright, he wasn’t close to them. From what he remembers, his mother rarely spoke about them either and the few times they showed up was for a brief time and never again. They did show up to her funeral but after that they disappeared like dust in the wind. 

Maybe he should’ve reached out then, maybe he should’ve vocalized his feelings more…but he was too angry to.

He tried finding their addresses to invite them for the wedding, but there was no such luck. Hell he couldn’t even find them online. It wasn’t bad, the people he cared about were at the wedding but it was strange not having part of his family there, especially on his mother’s side. His dad was an only child and his paternal grandparents passed away already…he wondered if there was any way to contact them?

Maybe there was one, maybe he should look deeper. Maybe they were just hidden in plain sight…he better talk to Bea about it, because while she knew how much he’d want to, he didn't want to take an emotional jump in trying to talk to them.

Or maybe it was better to likely let them go. They weren’t there for him when he needed, “...I just don't want to get upset about it.” he answers his own upset thoughts, “Not now, not when I have everything I never thought I’d have.” he turns to face Nicole, who was now running her palms back and forth on the couch’s fabric, watching how the tiny furs turned lighter every time she ran her hands over them “You know, your mother is a great listener.”

Nicole looks up at him, still running her hands on the couch, “She doesn’t have to be, but she is. And I appreciate it, but I don’t want to weigh her too much you know?” Nicole just blinked at him, “...or you because you are a four months old baby and certain feelings may cause stress when you are older- right. I better not talk about this then.”

Not to Nicole at least.

“Hey Nikki, look,” changing the subject was a great idea. He holds up his index finger, his daughter’s eyes immediately following it as he moves down until the tip touches the fabric. And he made a circle, the movement causing the furs to move and create a lighter shape on the couch.

Nicole gasped, slapping her hand on top of it and sliding down, blinking when there was only one broad line of pressed down furs instead of her father’s drawing on top, “Aah!” a few more slaps but the circle is gone, her little brows furrowed and she looked up at Rooster.

He grabs her much smaller hand, it almost disappears under his own, and holds her index finger up. He’s more delicate when touching the fabric because Nicole’s skin wasn’t like his, but he added enough pressure to draw something on the couch.

Now, he wasn’t Beatrice. He was shit at art, always was, but he could draw simple shapes and maybe a smiley face if he was lucky. And he could draw hearts, which was what he did just now, “This is a heart Nikki.” his daughter just kept looking at the new shape, amazement all over her face “See?” and he rubs her finger over the line as well, “A heart.”

He didn’t know why but this was weirdly entertaining, it was a lot better than to think about the relatives he hadn’t seen in years and yet wondered how they were. As he let Nicole’s hand go, he was happy to see that she tried to mimic his own movements, albeit not exactly but very close.

“Very good,Birdie.” he coos, making Nicole smile and drop the other hand to mirror its twin the best way it could, “Hmhm, very nice. You are a natural.” more tapping on the fabric, more quick movements of her hand that just added more lines to the drawing.

Rooster, however, looked up when he heard the garage door opening. Jolene immediately rose to her paws and ‘boofed’,tail wagging with her pups right behind her. “Look,Nikki. Mama is home!” and Nicole immediately stopped drawing, turning her head to the door Beatrice walked through every time she got home from work with her little fists shaking with excitement.

He hears the lock turn and Beatrice’s face peeks from behind the door, “Hi guys! Hi! Oh, God,Ellie!” she tries to push Eleanor back a bit so she could walk inside, laughing while avoiding a mean fall because she tripped on the dogs. She leans down to greet them, kissing their snouts and heads. Rooster just smiles, hearing her baby talking and footsteps approaching the living room, Nicole letting out little noises of excitement, “I think I hear someone!”

“She’s very excited to see you!”

The faucet opens as Bea washes her hands, “Only her?”

“I mean…when aren’t I excited to see you?” he quips back, smirking when he was met with silence. He was sure her face was bright red, “We are just chilling on the couch.”

“I’m on my way.” the faucet shuts off, followed by the dogs nails clicking on the floorboards and walking out of the kitchen past the couch, the twins about to have the zoomies again as soon as Beatrice stepped in.

Nicole squealed happily, bouncing a bit on the couch and in her excitement, she lost her balance and almost toppled forward onto the futon only for Rooster to quickly hold her up, “Nikki! God, are you okay,Birdie?” but his daughter just giggled, lifting her head to keep her mother within her vision, “Dumb question,huh? Course you are.”

“Hi sweetie!” Beatrice’s high pitched tone greeted their ears, the brunette made grabby hands towards Nicole then picked her up from Rooster’s hands, the little girl was still giggling and gurgling happily, her arms hugging her mother’s neck the best she could “Oh my God, hi sweetie!” Nicole squeals again when Beatrice kisses her cheek, burying her nose in her daughter’s hair, “God,I love the way baby shampoo smells.”

“I know right?” Rooster spreads his legs a bit, to get comfortable, “It’s great.”

Nicole babbles a bit more, holding onto the necklace that Rooster gave Beatrice, lifting the pendant close to her eyes just to see it shine a bit more under the light, “Everything okay?” Bea asked and Rooster has to hold back the amused chuckle, because of course she’d know if something was off with him from the second she walked in. He leans further into the couch, then pats his thighs so Beatrice could sit down.

She does, all the while still keeping Nicole in her grasp, the baby kept on babbling but dropped the necklace to hold onto her father’s shirt instead, “Just thinking about some things.”

“Such as?”

Rooster purses his lips, rubbing his knuckle on the edge of Nicole’s chubby cheeks, “...my aunt. My uncle.” he mutters, “My mother’s siblings.”

“What about them?”

“...I don’t know, I had a moment a few minutes back…thinking about all the things they ended up no doing for me.” he mutters, “I guess I’m a bit conflicted, because I’d want Nikki to have a connection with my mom’s family, she already has one with my dad because of Mav…so,I don’t know.”

Beatrice hums, gently shaking Nicole’s hand as her daughter latches her fingers around her own, “It’s not wrong to want that.” she smiles, “Because I’m sure your mother would be happy to see it too…but–”

‘I couldn’t even find them for our wedding.”

“Well,yeah…”

He sighs, frowning a bit, “I don’t know why I’m thinking about this now. I have my family in the Navy, those jerks are my family even if I shook them off,you know?”

“I know,honey.” Bea’s smile softens, “We can look for them, if you want?”

Bradley rolls his lips into his mouth, huffing quietly through his nose as he sinks into the couch bringing Beatrice and Nicole with him, “I dunno.” he mutters, “It’s…complicated I guess. They could’ve found me if they wanted too.”

“Well,yes.”

“...I don’t know,I really need to think about it. I really need to think about it.”

Beatrice furrows her brows, then rubs her thumb between his, “Are you going to be okay?” he nods, feeling the repetitive touch against his forehead, “I know you, Roos.”

“I’ll be fine,gorgeous…I promise…now, let’s get ready for dinner yeah?”

-

Nicole had never seen so many colors in her life, she was just four months old after all. That’s why when they went to the taco truck she just stared up at the bright colors, head tilted and all as she looked at them swinging above her head. Beatrice smiled, leaning against her palm with her eyes focused on Nicole as she pointed upwards to where the lights were, “Yes,Nikki, those are lights, aren’t they pretty?” and they were pumpkin shaped, she had to get some of those for Halloween.

Nicole just waves the chicken, the anguished cries echoing through the night as she shakes it in her grasp, excited to her new surroundings. Beatrice looks up to check on Rooster, seeing he was leaning against the truck with his hip cocked to the side…which made his ass appear even better than normal. She didn’t want to stare, after all this was a public place, but she did sneak a peek.

One that her husband caught by looking over his shoulder at her, his eyebrow arching with amusement as he mouthed a ‘excuse me?’ towards her. Beatrice blushed but shrugged, throwing her hands up in the air as if to say she had no idea what was happening, only for Rooster to playfully roll his eyes and look back to the cook inside.

And soon enough he returned with their food, steaming hot and smelling delicious.

‘Alright.” he places the tacos down, “I got the usual for us and we also got extra salsa because of it.”

“We never deny free salsa, do we?”

“Nope, never.’

Beatrice laughed as she popped her soda open, looking down at Nicole who was staring at the new object with wide eyes, “This is a lot of information for her…I hope it’s not too much.”

“I don’t think so.” he says while pouring the soda inside the plastic cup, “She seems to be having a lot of fun.”

Nicole furrowed her brows because what was that thing they were drinking and could she have some? “No,Nikki, this is for mommy and daddy only.” Bea says when her daughter just reaches for the colorful can, whining a bit but settling down when her mother started caressing her hand.

“So, how was the training today? Any good?”

Beatrice smiled while chewing her taco, “Oh it was great Roos. Jessie is so good! She said she worked as a waitress on a restaurant a few years ago, when she was in high school. She’s really good. Oh, and…” she looks around surreptitiously, “I kinda prodded her about the guy.”

“The guy?”

“The guy.”

Who was worse: a group of middle aged women gossiping about their enemies…or Beatrice and Rooster, who were almost too excited when talking about Jessie and her bar crush, “Yes, “ Beatrice leans closer even if the music playing made it obvious no one would hear them, “So I asked her a little bit, about what he looked like and such, so he’s about Fanboy’s height.” her husband hums, very interested, “About…I don’t know, maybe twenty five, she said and he has short curly hair, tanned complexion.”

Rooster blinked, wracking his brain in hopes to figure out who it was, “...tanned complexion…”

“She said it was like a surfer tan.”

“Oh.Oh, oh I know him. Jared, yeah he’s one of the new recruits.”

“Did you talk to him?”

“Just in passing.” he shrugs, “Nothing serious, just a ‘good morning’ and nothing more…he also calls me sir which is really weird to hear.”

“Well you are a Lieutenant.”

“I mean,yeah.” he shrugs, “But still, there’s just…I don’t know, I never got used to it before, still not used to it now.” Beatrice furrows her brows at him, a bit confused “You know what I mean.”

“Roos, well,I mean, you told me you were an instructor and you are…of higher rank. Why would you feel weird about it? I mean, what if you get promoted? Do you want them to just go ‘hey bro it’s a nice morning at the base,huh’?” Bradley almost chokes on his drink at Beatrice’s attempt of a male voice, it sounded like she had a sore throat and was relying on medicine to get it clean. He snorts against his hand, trying his best to keep his laughter down. 

Beatrice has to do the same, biting her lips to hold her laughter back and distracting herself with Nicole. After almost choking on air and on his spit at least twice, Rooster coughs up laughing quietly, “You- holy shit- that was funny.”

“It wasn’t that funny,was it?”

“Baby you have no idea how hilarious you can be.” and again her cheeks turned red, her lips curling onto a smile, “Also,the honorific thing…it’s okay,I guess it’s just,well…Jared is like twenty one I think…Bea he was born in,what, the 00’s? Or something? Baby I was in high school when he was born.”

Beatrice chuckled as she dabs a napkin over her lips, wiping some of the sauce, “So you are just…hating it because it makes you feel…old?” he frowns, “...you know you look nothing like your age, right.”

“Hrm.”

“And even if you did, you’d still be so handsome.” Rooster smirked, bringing the soda can to his lips with his eyes still on Beatrice, he could live with that. “Besides, you look better than guys half your age, so…”

“Ah, smooth talking like that.” he tuts, “What’s a guy to think?”

Beatrice smiles at him, then reaches to touch his hand on the table, picking it up to run her thumb on the inside of his fingers, “I mean it,though.” she whispers, still touching his palm, “You are incredibly handsome and you still make my knees weak when you smile at me.” he laughs almost bashfully, licking his lips. Bea brings his hand to her lips, kissing his knuckles before setting his hand back down, “I need to go to the bathroom, Roos. I’ll be right back.”

“Hey, leaving be high and dry here?” he complains, pouting his lips a bit, “You can’t do that.”

Beatrice smiles, walking around the table towards him where she cups his face in her hands and brings their lips together in a gentle - yet amazingly sensual - kiss, “I won’t be long.” she whispers against his lips, letting go of his face with a giggle, looking down at Nicole before she turns on her heel and leaves the table.

Rooster follows the sway of her hips with a smile, tilting his head just enough to see the shape of her ass move inside those tight black jeans she favored so much. Nicole’s gentle noises snapped him out of his reverie, his eyes immediately moving to his daughter who was already staring at him, “How’s the night going,Nikki? Hm? Is it fun?”

“Bahbaah,  buuhh!” and a surprise raspberry that neither of them expected considering the way Nicole jumped after she did that.

“Yeah,I’m having fun too, cutie.”

“Aa!”

“Yes,I know, mommy will come back soon.”

“Sir?”

He stops chewing, hoping he’s imagining things and he hasn’t heard the voice of one of the new recruits behind him. He inhales, choosing to believe it was all in his mind, “Sir, is that you? It is him,guys.”

Guys? Oh no.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader

[garebearandnan]

S2 Day 13 Pt2 Have Your Cake And Eat It

SUMMARY: A Bit of Me fanfic. Challenge time. And this one’s called Master Baker. The Islanders decorate a cake. Will cracks start to show in the cakes and the couples?

Interesting fact: In the 2018 UK Love Island Series, Season 4, Day 47, the couples took part in a ‘Master Baker Challenge.’ The boys directed the girls to decorate a cake. The boys stood in front of their cake, arms tied behind their backs. Blindfolded, the girls stood behind their partners and had to reach around the boys to decorate the cakes.

New chapter out. Read full chapter on A03 or Wattpad. Links below.

Follows canon, all gem scenes. Soem adds from actual TV show challenges and LITG, other season cake challenge.

Little Exerpt:

The islanders slow-mo down to the challenge stage, cheering and running. Bobby cheers: “Let’s get baking. Bake off, bake off. B-b-b bake off.” The boys start chanting along with him. “B-b-b bake off. B-b-b bake off.”

Hope picks up a spatula and scoops up some icing. Her hand is shaking a little. Noah's eyes widened as he watched the cake droop slightly on one side and a chunk of cake crumbled off one of the edges.  “No, no, no.” he echoed, his voice filled with worry.

Hope's mind raced for a solution. “Ooh, I know how to fix it!” she said, her voice determined.

Priya suggested, “So let’s work out the colours.” Ibrahim eyes up the bowls of icing. “Is there any purple, babe? We can make a Violet Man cake!”

Bobby shouts out, “Our cake is looking pretty glorious already. Everyone hear that? We’ve got this in the bag. The icing bag…”

In the Beach Hut, Bobby: I could do that in my sleep. This is going to be easy!

You gave a sultry laugh, causing his heart to beat faster. “You really don’t want to get icing on that.” Gary's fingers caress your abdomen, setting off goosebumps on your skin. “Or maybe you do… If you’re into that!”

In the Beach Hut, Grace: It’s difficult when you're blindfolded. All your other senses are heightened, massively.

“I’m going to just slap a bit of that icing on it.” Marisol is patting it on. “It’s all about slapping the cake.

“What? You’re going to slap that cake?” Bobby's eyes widened in alarm as Marisol enthusiastically smacked the cake. A wet splatter is quickly followed by large drops of icing raining down onto your face.

In the Beach Hut, Marisol: Spatulas, spoons, we didn't need them. I had these two babies right here. (She holds up her hands.) Like, Patrick Swayze.

As she started writing, Gary squinted, trying to read her message. "What are you writing, Grace?" He furrowed his brow, still confused. “‘SNES DUDES’?”

“It doesn’t say that.” You whisper in his ear, “It says ‘Send nudes’.”

In the Beach Hut, Gary: I reckon she really enjoyed the tieing thing.

Bobby was pleased that Lottie gently placed the fruit in a couple of places. “Oh, it looks really good, babe.” Then his partner annouced, “Let’s make ours so OTT with the decor.” She laughed, making a snorting sound.

#litg #loveislandgame #loveislandthegame #litgs2 #litg s2 #love island game #loveisland #abitofme #haveyourcakeandeatittoo #SNES DUDES

[absenthiium]

Re the ask game...1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (take the noose off, wrap it tight around my hand, which I will never not adore), 12, 13, 14 (for your war is the context (god is a boy) stories that I also adore), 16 (for εἴδωλον), 17, 20, 21, 23, 24, 25, 26 (for παλλακή), 27, 28, 29, 33, 35, 36, 37, 38, 40, 41, 42 (for take the noose off, wrap it tight around my hand and i’ll lay on the floor, touch me ‘till i vomit, again my beloveds), 44, 45, 46 (i’ll lay on the floor, touch me ‘till i vomit, I only feel more insane about that one after starting my Ethel Cain phrase), 47 (for "suffering is nigh, drawing to me" or any Ptolemaea lyric because I feel that is such a Leo song), 48, 49.

(I am so sorry if this feels like too much, please don't feel pressured to answer any of these, but you said you like asks and I love your writing so much, so)

twelve. my very first one was a terrible merge between pandora hearts and dante's inferno, if i remember correctly.

4. definitely angst (and i love post-apocalyptic stories, but i'm yet to include the genre in a fanfiction, i've mostly done so in my original work).

5. i don’t have many, so i’m not sure. but she will talk like a friend (she will kiss like a man) has a special place in my heart (and i really need to continue it!).

6. for those i’ve posted on ao3, maybe my first one? it’s a good omens fic i translated (badly) from italian, it’s very trope-y and not really my thing anymore. 

7. i write whenever the need to strikes, so i’m almost constantly scribbling. but when it comes to writing from start to end, it’s mostly at night (might be ‘cause it’s the time of day i have less to do).

8. a lot of things! most of it comes from music, some from my own state of being or random things i've experienced. plus, books or poetry. sometimes, as i write, i keep a few books close for inspiration (these days, it’s mostly T.S. Eliot's the wasteland, Richard Siken's crush, Beppe Fenoglio's a private affair; plus, and I'm mentioning it mostly since it directly impacted take the noose of, wrap it tight, 4.48 psychosis by Sarah Kane).

9. part xii, the one about medications, was done through a lot of research on topics i’m wholly unfamiliar with, so it was interesting, and quite fun (plus, reading Sarah Kane at night while listening to Ethel Cain which was. something). plus, the last part! i think it’s really representative of the style i’m going for.

12. I go through phases of concentrating on a single character, and at the moment it's Leonardo from TMNT (who would've thought). other characters have been Izzy Hands from our flag means death, Jesse from breaking bad, and Spadino from that shitshow (affectionate) that was Suburra. 

13. i tend to avoid the issue by. not writing them, i guess. but at the moment, maybe Donatello from TMNT. i like him a lot, but i still haven’t figured out how to write him.

14. all the titles come from Norma Jeane baker of Troy by Anne Carson! i really like that book, and it has some chapters focused on explaining a few ancient greek words, while still tying the explanation to the myth of Helen of Troy.

16. it’s actually very much inspired by a concept i’m exploring in an original novel of mine, which follows, among other things, the relationship between the protagonist and his aging father, gone mad after experiencing the death of three of his kids in a war. the novel itself is inspired by the last ronin so i guess the cycle is complete.

17. “the last thing Leo remembers was taking the shovel from Raph’s unsteady hands and digging a grave deep enough to bury a secret - their arms brushed, in passing, and it stung.”

(the WIP in question is, by the way, inspired by your incredible i see things that nobody else sees, that i just adore  too much for my own good).

20. not really, but there are a few things i would've changed in execution.

21. i’m pretty much in awe at a lot of people whose works i’ve read on ao3 (or other places), there’s just so much creativity and sheer talent. oh, and there’s this writer i really admire that writes an incredible range of styles and characters, consistently creating amazing stories, and whose writing has impacted me and my own work a lot. plus, she’s very kind and sends nice asks and, oh, look! it’s you!

23. i listen to music, generally the same song, on repeat, for hours.

24. not my favorite thing. i’m alright with making them not very explicit, otherwise i kind of cringe. not sure why.

25. i don’t think so, but i might if i keep up with the angst (i will).

26. the whole concept was very hard to tackle, because i wanted it to be very raw but not misrepresent the issue. other than that, maybe the final line. it’s just a handful of words, but i rewrote it many times before i got it right.

27. a go with the flow guy! i start with a concept, with a very minimal outline, and than just go until it feels done.

28. i wish i’d been capable of not attaching my stories’ worth to how many hits or kudos they get from the start. obviously i’m glad whenever a story of mine gets attention, but i want to learn to write for myself, mostly, not only to feel rewarded. but i’m getting better at this.

29. not sure, maybe παλλακή? but i do understand it’s based on a concept not many are comfortable reading about. plus, maybe my Suburra fics, but i probably can’t expect much since they are from an almost dead fandom and in italian (and quite untranslatable, since the dialogues are in Rome’s dialect).

33. first things that comes to my mind are some comments i’ve gotten on got a good look and measured my answer. many people told me it made them feel seen at a very visceral level, and, i don’t know, it moved me a lot. 

35. i don’t really talk about my story ideas to people. my cats know all about them, though.

36. i have a few, but for now it’s mostly ideas -but i really wanna try writing something about across the spiderverse.

37. there’s a few fics i’ve improvised (both by writing and recording) with a friend of mine -they were a messy mix of disney characters and tropes. one of those predicted the Queen’s death. funny times.

38. never thought of it, so i don’t have a specific person in mind, but i’d be very interested in trying! i’ve done a collab only once with an irl friend, and i’m definitely open to do one again.

40. a couple of my irl friends do, but they haven’t read anything.

41. i have this pre-canon fic about Eddie Munson (from stranger things) that i’ve been meaning to complete for a while, and i love working on it. very coming-of-age, smalltown queer boy-ish. i hope i’ll finally get around to finish it.

42. a whole ass fixation on Ethel Cain’s music, particularly Family Tree and Inbred. i listen to those two a lot while writing, in general.

44. not from a fic but: “this room’s a narrow place. everyone is talking.”

45. i have many words to say, and i love saying them. not much more, i think.

46. the sequels are, in fact, in the making! (i hope). no spoilers, but it’s a few missing moments from the first two stories and a bit of development on Leo’s state (from very bad to normal bad, i guess).

47. so, so Leo! you’re, as usual, very correct. plus, by mentioning Ptolemea, you’ve kickstarted a whole inspiration process in my brain, and i’m definitely writing something about it. not sure about the specifics, but i’m thinking: some feral behavior; Leo being his usual mother/widow self; someone’s getting eaten alive.

48. is angst a trope? if so, angst. 

49. a mildly explicit Inuyasha fic that involved stalking and divinity. read it on my mom’s phone at a family dinner at about eleven.

(thank you for the questions!)

#asks #fanfiction

[phoenixtakaramono]

29 - Truce or TNotG 50

Re: Questions for Fic Writers

Ty, anon, for the Ask! I’m gonna give a huge Spoiler Warning for Truce chs 3-4 (and TNotG ch1) which have not been posted to AO3 yet, so read at your own risk.

29) What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for [insert fic]? Explain your choices if you want!

…Oh goodness, last I checked there were 89+ songs I have for TNotG’s playlist, haha. They’re pretty self-explanatory, in my opinion, but I ordered the songs all by the first world we start in + the six arcs + return to Billy’s world. I’ll link the playlist at the bottom end Author’s Note when The Name of the Game ch1 is ready to be published to AO3 in September 2023, but you can also listen to it here:

As for Truce (which you can read ch1-2 here), there are 47 songs…ahhhhh, essentially for both fics, I listen to these songs I like to help set the vibe, mood, and atmosphere for me while I write. It’s like my background music/ white noise. For me, it’s usually the lyrics which tie into the story, usually highlighting a character motivation, their vibe, or just setting the scene. I can highlight a couple songs:

Crazy - Jake Daniels - It really set the vibe for me to get into Homelander’s headspace whilst writing the prologue, because everything in this chapter is from Homelander’s POV. The atmosphere, the lyrics, and the coincidental bloody superhero album art? I thought it was perfect.✨

Wolf - Zack Merci X Arcana - For ch2 (part I), this song encompasses Billy’s overall goal and manipulation of everyone (the Boys, Homelander, and Vought). It’s pretty much the theme song of this chapter.

(Keeping in mind: 🔴 Billy’s POV, 🔵 Homelander’s POV)

Lyrics:

Got you in the palm of my hand

Sowing distrust over this land

I can make it hurt till you understand […]

I was such a fool

Under your command […]

See the truth is I had change of heart

And all that I know is

I will be tearing you all apart […]

I’ll get in your head like a nightmare

And if I was you, I would be scared

Bet you never saw this coming

Don’t you know that I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing

Power - Isak Danielson - If Truce could have an opening number like how every show does, this is pretty much the theme song for Truce overall. It also sets the vibe for ch3 (part II) when Billy and Homelander finally get frisky on the kitchen island countertop, and kinda for ch4 as well. Although the entirety of the chapter will be in Billy’s POV, I want you to know as everything is happening, especially if you listen to this song when you read ch3, these lyrics represent the desperation of the ideal that Homelander sees in Billy. He’s ready for that unconditional love, for that perfect soulmate partner who gets him 100% and is just as obsessed with him as he is; in a dramatic turn of events, he’s now essentially pinning all his last hopes for a human connection onto Billy. (Notice ch1’s line: “keep me sane. Keep me grounded. You are the one person preventing me from razing this earth to the f*cking ground” before it shifts into the fear that Ryan, his flesh and blood, will end up disappointing him ➡️ pivoting to the line of how “the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results. Failure, after failure, after failure […] Maybe what needed to be done was to reevaluate his life. Acquire a different perspective on things, a new outlook.” ➡️ The SHEER POETIC IRONY now that he’s shifted that target in his brain to Billy after what’d happened in ch1. It’s a disaster waiting to happen but we’ll only allude to the disastrous future potential at most because Truce is 4 chapters only and not 12 chapters so we’ll end on a Happy Ending for this PWP fourshot. For me, it’s a song that shows that it’s not always a women that can get stuck in a toxic codependent relationship and that men can also be stuck in the same shoes. And if that ain’t the situation with Homelander and Billy in Truce?

(Keeping in mind: 🔴 Billy’s POV, 🔵 Homelander’s POV)

Lyrics:

I still look at you with eyes that want you

when you move, you make my oceans move too

if I hear my name, I will run your way […]

it’s my desire that you feed, you know just what I need

you got power, you got power

you got power over me

I give my all now, can't you see, why won't you set me free?

you got power, you got power

you got power over me

I was lost until I found me in you

I saw a side of me that I was scared to

but now I hear my name and I’m running your way

All I feel as I get closer to you

is the Desire to move like you do

so now I hear my name and I’m running your way

I am ready now […]

I give my all now, can't you see, why won't you set me free? […]

You’re the one that seduced me, lured me in with your beauty, now I know that you used me

All you did was confuse me, you're no longer what I need, touch me slow, feel my heart bleed

(Also this song^ is the bee’s knees. I never skip this song in my iTunes playlist when it comes up and always belt it out when I’m alone. This song is very, very, very underrated. I highly rec you give it a listen.)

Rob a Bank - Confetti - “Who's to say that I can't break into your house / While you're working / I'm just lurking through your bedroom like a mouse / Gettin' naked on your sofa wearing just your penny loafers / Take some pictures leave 'em by your dirty dishes” ⬅️ What can I say? This screams Homelander to me and I laugh at the imagery of him breaking in, trying out Billy’s shiny new polished penny loafers whilst getting naked on his sofa and taking dirty pictures of himself to leave by the dirty dishes for Billy to find. It’s like a tomcat in heat scent-marking his territory. This song does help me imagine the dynamic when we get to the NS*W parts.

Religion - Isak Danielson / Dancing in the Sky - Kristen Cruz One of these songs will represent the penultimate ch4 which’ll entirely be written in HL’s POV; Religion mostly represents Homelander’s POV (which is really just him desperately trying to deceive himself if we look at it meta-ly, but shhh, he himself is not that self-aware in ch4) whereas Dancing in the Sky represents Billy’s side of things as we end the final scene in the story with Billy given approval to take Ryan to visit Becca’s grave to pay respects and for one last emotional send-off—whilst HL (who Billy doesn’t want to see him anywhere near this day) secretly watches the private moment from far away like a lurker outsider. It’s supposed to be a bittersweet emotional touching moment to tug at the readers’ heartstrings—which gets twisted because this is HL’s POV so it becomes tampered with his desperate obsessiveness and possessiveness of Billy being his and HL’s jealousy of Becca that he won’t admit to but, as an audience, we can tell he’s supeeeeer jealous (like, thanks for giving birth to my son—but you’re dead buried six-feet under, and your husband will be my husband now so good f*cking riddance; I will be the winner; he will come to forget you and love me only). It’s a very fatalistic self-fulfilling prophecy. I REMIND YOU, we will still have a Happy Ending for the Billy/ Homelander ship in Truce (hell, HL will even get to fondle Billy’s old wedding ring and think about having his own wedding ring on Billy’s wedding finger) but we’re gonna get a couple parting ouchies as a souvenir at the end a là Becca’s resting place visit.

Religion Lyrics (HL @ Billy):

Can we say goodbye to, to the lies you told

You know I’m wiser, I’ve been here before

I believed your stories, at least the blind in me

You gave my eyes what they wanted to see

I’ve lost my reality

I’ve lost everything in me […]

You act like a God and you’re trying too hard but I need it

I was once a believer

Now I’m back to believing

I’m trying to be smart with a stake through the heart but I feel it

Turning into addiction

Praying in your religion […]

Future doesn’t matter

I'd give it up for you

Even though I know that you’d never do

You know your power and I know it too

I’ll end up in fire, burning with you

Dancing in the Sky Lyrics (Billy @ Becca):

Tell me, what does it look like in heaven?

Is it peaceful? Is it free like they say?

Does the sun shine bright forever?

Have your fears and your pain gone away?

'Cause here on Earth it feels like everything

Good is missing since you left

And here on Earth, everything's different

There's an emptiness […]

I hope you're dancing in the sky

And I hope you're singing in the angel's choir

And I hope the angels know what they have

I'll bet it's so nice up in Heaven since you arrived

So tell me, what do you do up in Heaven?

Are your days filled with love and light?

Is there music? Is there art and adventure?

Tell me are you happy? Are you more alive?

50) Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

HMMMM. Since the ball is in my court, I’ll answer 49) What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it! I tweeted a screenshot of TNotG ch1 - scene II yesterday night but I can give y’all a longer preview of a couple lines from my new QT:

Look forward to The Name of the Game being posted to AO3 on September 2023! Presently exposition scenes I-II (which total 38 pages, with scene I essentially being a speedrun to catch readers who are unfamiliar with these characters and the fandom up to speed whereas scene II is laying out all the story foreshadowings and as many Chekov Guns as I can reasonably shove in for now) are completely done and edited; I’m now trying to get to the finish line of scene III which is the more…exciting part of the three scenes (where dragon!Billy, our transmigrated black-bellied scumbag ML, meets knight!Homelander, our black-bellied scumbag shou, for the first time) before I can give an advanced notice on my socials of the week it’ll probably be posted. ✌️

#butchlander #homelander #billy butcher #billy butcher x homelander #the boys tv #the boys #the boys amazon #ask #anon #phoenix talks #ty for the ask anon! #*coughs* don’t worry about the C-novel terms at the end; it’s cuz I have danmei readers who don’t know who these charas are #so it’s a way to catch the ppl—who’re only interested bc it’s a QT—up to speed #truce #the name of the game

[citrus-cactus]

Creative Goals (June)

New month, new goals, and boy howdy are we hitting the ground running, because about half of this stuff has hard and fast deadlines! 😅

Goals are split between “things I will put on Tumblr when they’re done” (aka, fandom stuff), and “things I will be keeping to myself” (because they will eventually have my real name associated with them). Each category is also roughly organized by priority.

Fandom stuff:

Haru blog Episode 46 screencaps & captions Status: 33% complete (Screencaps for this episode had better last the whole month, because I don’t know what I’m going to do emotionally if we have to start Episode 47 before Haru’s birthday on July 1. Appmon fans will understand 🥲)

Haru blog Art Giveaway winner request Status: Not started (The rq is super-cute though, I’m excited to work on it!)

Non-Digimon Fanart Series, Drawing #1 (of 4) Status: Not started (non-digimon? Gasp! I KNOW. But I GOTS to draw certain blorbos from my emails in time for a thing in September, and that means I have to start NOW. Unfortunately, this also means I won't be sharing this series until September. PAIN! DX).

Maki-centric fanfic, Chapter 5 Status: ??!% complete (Whoof. Look guys, I’ll be honest. What exists of this chapter so far is a hot mess. There’s a reason this fanfic went on hiatus, and typing up my long-ago attempts to fix it did NOT actually fix it, rotfl. But I DO see a path forward with the existing word salad. I just have to detangle my thoughts, add stuff/rewrite, and edit ("just," ahaha). There’s no way I can estimate how “done” it is when it’s looks like this—but the good news is that Chapters 6 and 7 are basically finished, so once I figure out this chapter the rest of the fic will follow pretty quickly!)

Personal stuff:

Paid work final draft Status: Not started (This is one of the aforementioned hard deadlines, good news it isn’t until the end of June)

One (1) Secret Personal Project (SPP) drawing Status: Not started (If I can swing it, with everything else going on! I’ll be committing to either this or #3 below, since some progress on SPP is better than no progress!)

SPP text addition Status: Not started.

So all in all, this month will probably look pretty quiet because of all the stuff I’m not going to be able to share directly; you’ll just have to trust me that I’ll be working my butt off!! XD

#creative check-in #the cactus speaks

[moongoddessmox]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

So, congrats on the 2k! ❤ as for your celebration, my mind went blank trying to think of something so for now I'm requesting a blurb about our boi bucky, honestly don't know about what but know you'll rock it anyway– surprise me 😄

Thank you bb <3

So, this is actually pretty long. I found out that I do not have the ability to write anything under 600 words, so here we are! (I might turn this into a series? Hm)

Plums in Bucharest

Warning: none

Word Count: 1,172

Pairing: Bucharest!Bucky x plus size!Reader

Summary: You run a fruit stand in Bucharest and catch the eye of a mysterious loner named Bucky.

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184 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

#4

Warning: 18+, sexual themes

Pairing: DBF!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 515

Prompt: "Don't look at me like that and then feign innocence."

Valentine's Day Blurb for @turbolisedcomet

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186 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#3

Warning: 18+, language

Word Count: 631

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Prompt: “I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

Valentine's Day Blurb for @gutflorizt

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#2

Warning: 18+, fluff, Bucky being adorable

Word Count: 654

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Prompt: “For you, darling, I would collect every cherry blossom in Japan- no- in the world.”

Valentine’s Day Blurb for @vayollie

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Tag 9 people you want to get to know better!

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Currently working on: Plums in Bucharest chapter 4 and rewriting my Loki fic for publishing

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604 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

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Pretty Boy - WW Posts (Part Two)

Part One

Chapter 3: ( 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30 - 31 - 32 - 33 - 34 - 35 - 36 - 37 )

Chapter 4: ( 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30 - 31 - 32 - 33 - 34 - 35 - 36 - 37 - 38 - 39 - 40 - 41 - 42 - 43 - 44 - 45 - 46 - 47 - 48 - 49 - 50 - 51 - 52 - 53 - 54)

(Now off to the final draft land to edit & finish the last 2 chapters :) )

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#5

I have heard you have started to watch daredevil, so might I introduce to you: Spideydevil! (Matt Murdock x Peter Parker) If your love for Andrew's Peter and Matt wasn't enough they are shipped and as a (onlinely) proud shipper of spideydevil I need you to know about this amazing ship immediately. I would suggest giving it a try. Other nicknames for this ship are spiderdevil and mattpeter. So please if you love them both check it out!!!

Look at these idiots are they not perfect for eachother!!!

omg okay so I was not aware of this ship and I’m now absolutely in love with it!! I’ve been a spideypool shipper (with ryan reynolds DP and andrew’s spidey and my own versions of the two since around 2011/2012) but this??? this is absolute gold and I appreciate being made aware of it. excuse me while I delve down this hole now, right in the middle of writing my multi-chapter spideypool fic lmao

90 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

#4

okay so I’m reading this Daredevil comic, right? and I just

it’s them, those are the gays right there, officer

93 notes - Posted February 22, 2022

#3

I've seen a lot of like, discourse in the Stranger Things fandom and I don't like it. There's a cool video of Eddie cosplayers just like, having fun at a con goinng around and it's spawned some mouth breathers that claim to like the show spreading a lot of hate because of it. Saying things like "Eddie would hate you guys" and "You're ruining this fandom/Eddie" which just makes me wonder, like are y'all watching the same show?? I feel like you guys have some weird gatekeeper version of Stranger Things I want no part of.

Stranger Things has always been for self proclaimed weirdos like Eddie and pretty much anyone outside of the preconceived societal norms. Eddie's literally called Eddie 'The Freak' Munson, and in all honesty, people who are saying shit like this would probably have been friends with Jason and Angela, not him. He'd be taking in the people you bully and telling you to fuck off, quite honestly. If you're gonna keep spreading this bullshit, take it somewhere else?? Or keep it to yourself, cause haven't you heard if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all? If this is somehow controversial, I don't give a shit. I honestly don't care what y'all think of me because I know I'm right. If you still don't believe me, some trans dude on the internet, take a look at what David Harbour himself said a few years ago about the show.

Hopper himself would punch you assholes in the face, so if you have a problem with Stranger Things fans literally just enjoying themselves, you can take it up with him.

Like y'all wouldn't have survived in 2010s tumblr and it shows. You think this shit is "too much" and "ruining the fandom"? Ask literally anyone about the "fandom war of 2012" or "Mishapocalypse", like you clearly have never been in a fandom before and it should fucking stay that way.

Sorry for the long post, I'm fucking livid about this.

Keep your gatekeeping bullshit to yourself

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#2

sorry not sorry, this panel just screams “give me my fucking boyfriend back i stg”

everything from the stance to the words

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My #1 post of 2022

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The Fairy and the Prince #17 + #18 + #19

Part 1 - Part 2 - Parts 3 & 4 - Part 5 - Part 6, 7 & 8 - Part 9 & 10 - Part 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 & 16 - Part 17, 18, & 19 - Part 20, 21 & 22 - Part 23, 24, 25 & 26 - Part 27, 28, 29 & 30 - Part 31, 32, 33 & 34 - Part 35, 36 & 37 - Part 38, 39, 40 & 41 - Part 42 & 43 - Part 44 & 45 - Part 46 & 47 - Part 48, 49, 50 & 51 - Part, 52, 53 & 54 - Part 55 & 56 - Part 57, 58, 59 & 60 - Part 61, 62, 63, 64 & 65 - Part 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71 & 72

As with the kelpie, I didn’t want to split this particular storyline very much. Two of these chapters are relatively short, anyways, so here they are.

Winter came and winter went. Princes went into the woods; some came back. Every now and again one made it into the palace; the occasional nightmare would plague Adam long into the years of his life of Alaric, snatching up a bread knife and rushing at the Dowager during a celebratory breakfast, screaming in a language that hurt the ears and the mind. He found himself in the incredibly odd situation of no longer being the youngest prince, as more boys were sent to the palace by their parents. Most did not want to come, but the lure of the crown, of being named heir, of the wealth and power that would fall upon their families if they should succeed where so many others had failed and died, guaranteed that the Queen Dowager never ran out of potential princes.

No one doubted the curse anymore. Master Leminy's sparse hair had gone completely white. He refused to train a replacement, though, and Adam found some degree of respect for his old enemy, because the Master of Scions simply refused to drop someone else into the mess, refused to burden anyone with the nightmares he already carried. He alone would bury the princes until he could see a King chosen.

It became impossible for Adam to hide the fact that he had friends no one could find in the palace grounds. On his thirteenth birthday the Dowager kept him for three torturous hours over tea only she drank and cakes neither of them ate, and every question was  a trap. Some were subtle, some were more obvious, but each one begged him to betray Linden. He could scarcely breathe when she at last excused him, her mouth pressed into a thin line of disapproval, her blue eyes gone to ice with anger that wouldn't betray through her gracious tone or her kind words. Adam was told she would write to his parents, asking why no one had come to visit, why no presents were sent for his birthday or for the many holidays, why he was not asked to visit home. After all, he'd made it clear to all and sundry he didn't wish to become King, did he?

It felt like a threat, and he couldn't have said why. He spent those blustery, chilly days after his birthday, while he waited for Linden, sneaking around trying to figure out if she'd put someone to follow him. He had far less faith that he could turn an agent of the Dowager to his side.

But she did nothing, and he met his friends when spring at last truly and fully arrived. To them he confided everything as they traded coming-back and waiting-for presents, much to Needlemaw's amusement, not that she minded the gift of a beautiful pearl and silver button stolen from Arditty. Certainly not from a defeated enemy, but too pretty for her to reject, she'd added it to her girdle. She convinced the others that Adam had a rightful concern; while all their experience might be with their own Royals, there was no reason to believe an old crone perched on a throne and throwing young boys at the woods in the hopes one would stick was any better.

They taught him to disappear. Hiding the prince under a plain woolen shawl, Boulder taught him to become little more than a stone on a field, a tumbled-down wall in the garden, a weathered stump in the woods. While he still couldn't understand the language of the trees (or even hear it), Linden still taught him to take their hand so they could take him around one vast craggy trunk and out from behind another. They had to be trees that liked him, but then, Linden assured him that most of the trees in the Royal Woods did.

Needlemaw taught him to stalk. To creep up along walls and ceilings, to climb using the most slender of cracks in mortared stone, the finest  of fissures on a beam or a pillar. To turn the tables on anyone who might be following him, to become their shadow instead. She didn't escalate those teachings to what she actually did when engaged in such sport, but she did let them practice on her. They failed to surprise her every time, and their punishment was usually that of any youngling of her clan: being pinned down and tickled until they could scarce breathe.

She reminded them that growing up didn't have to be unkind.

For a while everything was as it had always been. The only notable event came when spring and summer hung perfectly in balance against one another. Adam and Linden had gone to check the nests under the many eaves of the palace - there was a cat roaming about, and Linden did not approve. They liked the finches, chatty and fearless, the ferocious sparrows with their chests always puffed out and ready for a fight, the swallows that spoke of distant lands full of strange wonders. When they returned, they were informed that someone had indeed come looking for the young prince, but he'd not seen Boul, and Needle had made pleasant enough conversation with him.

"Nice as bread in milk," she described him, and Adam had to turn to Linden.

"Bland, she means."

"Is that... good?" he asked hesitantly.

Needle laughed a little. "Good enough. Bland hardly ever asks questions. Don't neither of ye worry about it, I'll be dealing with him if he's for poking his fine an' elegant nose in our little pie."

Adam made his own minor inquiries, through Culli-maid and a few of Arditty's suitors, with whom he'd made friends after they'd be cast aside by the fickle young woman. He had to, because as summer gained strength they began to see less and less of Needlemaw, and more and more Boul would report that she'd gone off to distract the lurking presence.

Bread in Milk, he found out, was Prince William of Astings, about to become sixteen when autumn arrived that year. He had to agree with Needlemaw's opinion: William was intelligent enough, smart enough, funny enough, capable enough. He was a whole of 'enough' without any single exceptional point to his favor. Even his looks were appealing enough and little else. He welcomed Adam's overtures of friendship, the younger boy once again having the advantage of being 'safe'; Richard knew he faced no competition for the crown there.

For the life of him Adam couldn't tell what Needlemaw saw in William that kept her from making the older prince disappear. He didn't fool himself as to what she was and what she could do; he'd had plenty of time to learn that she was the least patient of them all, and that by a very broad margin. He'd half expected her to come back from one of her forays with William chewing on one of the older prince's limbs, the rest of him gone into the blackness of the maw beyond the needle-like teeth. But William was alive, and she kept going off with him at least once a week.

They missed her, and Adam was the first to tell her so, just as the first leaves began to turn. It brought the redcap to perfect stillness.

"It's not in a silly way or anything," Linden hurried to add as they stood, stalwart as ever, by Adam's side.

"Very little of what ye all do has ever been silly," Needle replied, her voice low and full of unknown currents.

"Even the kelpie?"

"Dealing with the kelpie were dangerous," she replied. "But never silly. If yui'd been silly then, none of us would be here and the water-horse would be awful well fed." She dropped to a crouch before them; both Linden and Adam were beginning to shoot up, the first more than the latter, day by day growing further away from childhood. But she was still taller than both; only Boul outstripped her in both height and mass. "Why would ye miss me? There's a handful, a dozen, a hundred like me that could take me place tomorrow if aught came on me head."

"Yes, but they wouldn't be you," Adam replied. "They wouldn't have come climbing with us, they wouldn't know the secret ways into the caves, they wouldn't have done and said and shared all the things we've done with you. They wouldn't be Needlemaw, they'd just be someone else."

Linden shrugged. "And don't say they'd be the same if they called themselves Needlemaw. They'd just be someone called Needlemaw, they wouldn't actually be Needlemaw. Bit confusing, that."

"In a grove of linden trees I'm nae sure yui've a call to be talking about confusing names," Needle replied, reaching out to ruffle Linden's gold-tipped hair. "I didnae mean for ye to miss me. I've not been missed ever before, and I don't know how to fix it."

"Just hang around a bit. When you can."

"Adam..." She tugged her cap low, kissed the tips of her fingers and touched their chests. "I'll do what I can."

She kept her word. She lingered on long after Linden and Boul couldn't come, as summer turned to autumn and then to winter, cold and dry, the air crackling with the season. Part of it, Adam guessed, was because she wanted to see William. But she spent a great deal of time in Adam's quarters as well, much to the initial unease of the young prince's companions. She charmed Dane by teaching him wrestling moves the masters of the palace didn't know, and she allowed Beli to teach her letters, though she couldn't be bothered with numbers, betraying her narrow interest when Adam shared with them both primers on tactics and strategies, and books on battles of yore. But mostly she was found sprawled at Culli-maid's feet, helping with her knitting and her mending, fascinated by the way thread became fabric became cloth, and making a friend of Culli by her honest admiration.

For a while Adam fretted that someone would barge into his rooms and see her, the conversation with the Dowager looming large in his mind once again. Until Arditty actually did barge in, and Adam realized she couldn't see Needlemaw. He wasn't sure what the lady-in-waiting saw, it was a blur, a shadow behind Needle's real shape, the shape of a big cat or a lanky hound, or something in between. It hurt his head and made his eyes burn if he tried too hard to focus on it.

But eventually she, too, had to leave. "The doors close, Adam. 'Tis the season of parties in the court, and she would have the guts and gizzards of any as didn't show up. We all throw a party for the twins, each clan and burrow and nest and wee court. They hardly ever show up, but one cain't risk the time they do decide to come, aye? So there's parties and competitions and challenges and all sorts of posh and politics..." She stuck out her long black tongue and made a disagreeable sound.

"Will you be alright?" Adam was trying not to feel forlorn, and he knew he wasn't doing too good a job of it.

She reached out to brush back his hair. "Well as can be. Will ye?"

"I always try to be. Winter seems longer and longer each year."

"'Tis not," she assured him. It wasn't. It was actually growing shorter, because during winter the Folk in the Woods couldn't have the full measure of their cruel sport. They had been applying a fair measure of their immense power to bridge that gap, and it was beginning to show. "We'll all be back before ye ken."

With that, Adam had to be satisfied.

***

It was spring nearly fully fledged the next year when his birthday rolled around again, and once again the Dowager Queen closeted herself up with him. This time there was a parcel from home, a basket of sweets he'd not had since he'd left, and a belt with a silver buckle - gifts for a child. The Dowager pursed her lips, her disapproval mute as she presented the gifts, and Adam found himself torn between his fear of the old woman and her questions, and some measure of appreciation that at least one person knew he was being treated unfairly by his own family.

To be fair, he never really thought of his parents anymore. He seemed to recall his mother had wept when his father had set him in the coach that had brought him to the palace, but it seemed so long ago sometimes that he didn't trust the memory. It was hard to love people who had forgotten him so thoroughly, who never wrote, who thought he was still nine years old. Even Lemony-Leminy found a more apt peace offering for his vexing charge, gifting him access to the Dowager Queen's library, which was usually reserved only for those princes sixteen and older. It was given to him under the excuse of saddling him with more studying, but Adam knew that the years had taken a great deal of Leminy's spite out of him. To some degree, he suspected the Master of Scions was simply glad that Adam had managed to stay alive so long.

William came to him on a foggy afternoon. The encroaching darkness was warm and full of promise, and Adam felt nearly sure he could hear the whispering of the trees after all, even ensconced in a big chair in the library, a treatise on architecture on his lap. Spring would end winter's reign that night, and morning would bring his friends back to him.

"Adam," William's formality had the younger prince instantly on his guard.

"William."

"I heard your birthday just passed. Fourteen, is it?" When Adam smiled politely and nodded, the older prince added. "And still standing by your choice?"

"I don't see that the Queen gets any joy of her crown," Adam shrugged a little. "I don't know why anyone should want it so badly when she's our example."

At that William did laugh, surprised more than anything. "The things you say!" he chided. He drew a deep breath and looked out the window. "It should be spring proper soon."

Adam felt even warier. "A day or two."

William nodded. "I..." He hesitated, and then stretched a hand out to Adam, who nearly threw himself out of the plush chair; just because all the others knew he was no competition didn't mean he'd not learned to be cautious of them. He stopped when he realized there was a small parcel on the older prince's hand.

"Just... I mean." William worked his lips into a thin line. "Would you?"

And Adam understood with a crashing, shocked sort of disbelief. "William."

"I know it's not much," the older prince stumbled hurriedly over his words. "We're not wealthy, my family. But I wrote them and they know I'm seeing someone and I didn't... tell them much." He ran out of words and rocked uncertainly on his feet. "And they didn't mind." A little sheepish chuckle escaped him. "They didn't care. Shows what they think of my chances, ah?"

"William, I'm sure it's not like that," Adam protested, because he desperately wanted to believe on William's behalf that it wasn't like that, even though he was terribly certain that it absolutely was.

"Anyway!" The older boy rallied. "I just, if you could just... let her know that I think well of her. That I missed her."

Adam took the small wrapped parcel gingerly, feeling a hard, tiny box inside the fine paper.

"I'm not elf-touched, you know. I went to the priests and checked," William declared almost defiantly.

"Elf-touched?"

"Yes. When they put their power on you, on your heart, and you can't think or say or do or breathe anything but them."

"She wouldn't," Adam protested before he knew what he'd done.

William stared at him, then looked away at the world beyond the window. "Well, I suppose you'd know. But I checked. And I'm not. Just in case she'd think the present was for - Anyway. Would you get it to her? Please?"

Adam stared at the little gift, feeling as if something, some immense trap, were hovering over both William and Needlemaw. But he also knew he couldn't refuse. The choice of what to do with whatever might be inside the little box went only to one being. "I will," he assured William.

"Thank you."

***

Against his best judgment, Adam kept his word. The foggy weather turned into pouring rain the next day, but the day after it was a rainbow-kissed drizzle, and he launched himself out to the woods, feeling as if the palace were trying to strangle him. When he met Linden and the others they all fell in a heap of glad laughter under the gracious linden tree, covered in early green buds. They all took time to admire the tiny mushrooms growing out of Boul's shoulders, a mark that the young troll was, too, leaving childhood behind. They exchanged coming-back and staying-and-waiting presents, much to Needlemaw's quiet amusement. Adam shared out the candies he'd been given, and they all rolled gleefully on the damp green grass, simply glad to be free of the cold season, glad to be together once again.

Adam almost didn't give the redcap William's present, but it would have weighted on him like a knot of briars around his heart. In the end he washed his hands carefully so he could present it without smudging it with mud. "William sent this for you."

In the silence that descended over them, only the drizzle whispering over the new green could be heard.

"He didn't," Needlemaw had gone very still.

"He did. He checked. He's not charmed or anything. He..." Adam sighed. "He missed you."

"What a foolish thing it is, to miss the likes of me," she whispered, picking up the small bundle with the very tips of her black, deadly talons. "To hurt on my behalf."

"You're our friend," Linden replied simply. "It comes with everything, that. The good and the bad and the everything else. Wouldn't you miss us, if we were gone?"

Needlemaw couldn't answer. She shouldn't, she knew. Her people were legion, an uncounted mass, a horde that overran and drowned. No one counted them one by one except their own kind, their own kin.

Except for one young mortal boy, an even younger troll, and a wild fey sapling, first in centuries sprouted by the Green Court.

"What is?" Boul asked.

"Who cares!" Needlemaw declared tartly, and threw the little parcel in her mouth, swallowing it in one gulp and tackling Linden in one arm, Adam in the other, picking them both up and running wild through the woods, howling like a moon-drunk wolf.

It was the longest time she'd spend with them that spring. From then on, nearly as soon as Adam met them she would disappear, returning only when it was time for them to part for the day. Linden could call for her, and she'd always unfailingly come, but it was obvious she didn't appreciate being summoned so, and Linden grew as loathe of doing it as Boul and Adam were of asking.

They ended up following her, of course. Much later on in life, Adam would nurse a suspicion that they'd only succeeded in the end when the fairy maid had at last become too distracted to balk her pursuers, or when she'd simply stopped caring about hiding from them.

One early summer day, with Boul gone to rest for the day, Linden and Adam caught up with her in a gazebo that sat half over the waters of a still, gracious pond on the older side of the palace grounds. The pond had sat there long enough to grow shallow with the silt of many years, home to the occasional heron and family of swans. An ancient wisteria twinned heavy, powerful vines around the pillars of the gazebo and its deep violet blossoms made a nearly perfect curtain between its occupants and the world. For the first time Adam saw what William saw, a lovely young maid with wild and curly red hair pinned at her back in a rough braid, the predatory yellow of those bright eyes gone to a sharp hazel that seemed dull in comparison, Needlemaw's mouth small and plain and boring.

He couldn't look very long; his head began to pound if he did, because flickering under that sight he could still see Needlemaw, deadly and alien and dangerous, even as she combed long black talons through William's curling brown hair, even as the two shared a bottle of berry cordial and a tray of grapes and cheese tidbits, laughing and speaking in quiet tones he'd grown to recognize from Arditty and her many beaus.

Neither Linden or Adam said anything, of course. They didn't know what to say. Adam only knew that Linden was upset, and he couldn't quite figure out how to ask why without asking why. They slipped away to the shady, cool space beneath several rows of ancient peonies and laid down, head to head, backs on the cool dark ground, staring up at the patches and pieces of the pure spring sky.

"It's not forbidden or anything, is it?" Adam dared at last.

"No," Linden replied curtly. "But it's very stupid of her."

"Oh." Adam popped his lips soundlessly until Linden smacked his shoulder for it. "They seem to be fine."

"Adam, do you really think Needle's for marrying a princely sort?" Linden demanded tartly.

"Well, no. She'd be bored to death five minutes in."

"Yes." Linden shifted to rest their weight on their elbows, and Adam canted his head to stare at those angry, shattered, many-colored eyes. "Do you need me to explain what happens when someone like Needlemaw gets bored?"

Adam bit his lip. "Oh." When he tried to pop his lips again Linden swatted him once more. "Well, she doesn't look bored is the thing! Maybe William's nice, maybe she really does like him, and he likes her."

"Not her. Not the real her." Linden seemed to think, chewing on their lip, and finally dropped their head to their hands with an impotent, impatient sound.

"Yeah, I'm not telling her, either," Adam agreed.

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#5

Every new friend group should include

The veteran whose seen all the stuff

The straight friend who wants to help but doesn’t know how and is anxious

The problem generator

The straight friend (affectionate)

The secretly smart one that everyone complains about (affectionate)

The straight friend that’s on thin ice

Baby Ace

The I support you but not your choices religious friend

The token political bisexual

The clone of the straight friend who wants to help but doesn’t know how but GAY

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#4

So I just read loveless for the first time and just WOW ! I’ve never related to a main character more!!!! It’s true that Georgia is more of an introvert but just everything in this book kinda encapsulates the feels of being aro ace!!!! I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THIS BOOK TO LITERALLY EVERYONE!! Stories and first hand accounts are a great way to learn and to experience emotions and thoughts that may help you understand others emotions! (If you can’t buy the book I suggest either you local library to pick up a hard copy or looking up loveless free pdf on a search engine!!!)

In honor of fully reading the books below are quotes that I very much vibe with or are just general feelings/experiences that I have felt or my friends have felt. Warning there is explicit language. A lot of the quotes can be triggering to some people especially if you have been forced or felt pressured to be in a romantic relationship when you didn’t want to, or if you are uncomfortable with sex, mentions of sex, fan fiction or relationship failures, so just be aware plz (sorted by chapter)

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Last Chance

I had a theory that a lot of peoples ‘celebrity crushes’ were faked just to fit in.Tommy had been my crush ever since I was in Year 7 and a girl hadasked me, ‘Who d’you think is the hottest boy at Truham?’ She’d shown mea photo on her phone of a group of the most popular Year 7 boys at theboys’ grammar over the road, and there was Tommy right in the middle. Icould tell he was the most attractive one – I mean, he had hair like a boy-band star and was dressed pretty fashionably – so I’d pointed and said him. And I guess that was that.

Romance

I just loved love.

I probably got this from my family. The Warrs believed in forever love –my parents were just as in love now as they were back in 1991 when my mum was a ballet teacher and my dad was in a band. Both sets of my grandparents were still together. My brother married hisgirlfriend when he was twenty-two. None of my close relatives had beendivorced. Even most of my older cousins had at least partners, if not wholefamilies of their own.I hadn’t ever been in a relationship.I hadn’t even kissed anyone.

Pip, Jason and Me

I’d had times when I’d wondered whether I’d end up with Jason. I’d hadtimes when I’d wondered whether I’d end up with Pip too. If our lives werein a movie, at least two of us would have got together. But I’d never felt any romantic feelings for either of them, as far as I could tell.

There were never any romantic feelings between Pip, Jason and me. But what we did have – a friendship of many years – was just as strong as that, I think. Stronger, maybe, than a lot of couples I knew.

Truth or Dare

She tried to smile warmly at me. ‘You know you’ll find someone eventually, right? ’‘Yeah.’‘ You know you’ll find someone eventually. Everyone does. You’ll see.’ Jason was looking at me with a sad expression on his face. Pitying,maybe. Was he pitying me too?‘Am I wasting being a teenager?’ I asked them. And they told me no, like best friends would, but it was too late.

Tommy

School romance was on my list of favourite fanfiction tropes. I also loved soulmate AU, coffee shop AU, hurt/comfort and temporary amnesia.I figured school romance was the most likely one that would happen to me, but now that the possibility of it happening was more than zero, I was freaking out. Like, heart racing, sweating, hands shaking freaking out. This was what crushes felt like, so this was normal, right? Everything was totally normal

Kissing.

New at romance? I wanted to laugh. I’d been studying romance like an academic. Like an obsessive researcher. Romance would be my Mastermind topic.

On Fire

There’d been signs. I’d missed all of them because I was desperate to fall in love.

But I couldn’t do it, because I didn’t fancy him. My seven-year crush on him was entirely fabricated A random choice from when I was eleven, and a girl held up a photo and told me to choose a boy. I didn’t fancy Tommy. Apparently, I hadn’t ever fancied anyone.

Loveless

I never liked him,’ I said in the car as we pulled up outside Pip’s house andI cut the engine. Pip was next to me. Jason was in the back. ‘Seven  I just lied to myself the whole time.

It’s wild how long you can trick yourself, And everyone around you.

I’ve never had a crush on anyone in my entire life,’ I said. It was all sinking in. I’d never had a crush on anyone. No boys, no girls, not a single person I had ever met. What did that mean? Did it mean anything? Or was I just doing life wrong? Was there something wrong with me? ‘Can you believe that?

I’d get a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend, even. A partner. I’d have my first kiss, and I’d have sex. I was just a late bloomer. I wasn’t going to diealone.I was going to try harder.I wanted forever love. I didn’t want to be loveless

Change

I was starting to feel a bit like I was going to be sick.But everyone probably felt this way about starting university

Rooney

In the photo was Rooney, maybe aged thirteen or fourteen, with a girl who had dyed red hair. Like, Ariel from The LittleMermaid hair.‘Is that your friend from home?’ I asked. This was a good conversationstarter, at least. Rooney whipped her head round to look at me, and for a moment Ithought I saw an odd expression cross her face. But then it was gone,replaced by her wide smile.‘Yeah!’ she said. ‘Beth. She’s – she’s not here, obviously, but ... yeah. She’s my friend.

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Random dude: How is your day beautiful ☺️

My friend: *Immediately texts me this asking how she should respond bc she doesn’t like this guy*

Me externally: just say your day was fine

Me internally: NO WRONG !! GET THAT TEXT AWAY FROM MY FRIEND! WHAT KIND OF AMATONORMATIVITY BS IS THIS!! WHAT KIND OF STRAIGHT GUY FRAT BOY BEHAVIOR???????? NOT ON MY WATCH!!

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 69. brb x oc

a/n: BOY OH BOY. this chapter went everywhere??? also next chapter is s m u t

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, a smidge of suggestive

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“What is the one thing you’d share with Nikki?”

Rooster looks up from under the towel, stopping the constant drying of his hair to look at Beatrice, her legs crossed as she sat on the edge of the bed, one hand holding her head up with her arm tucked under its twin, “Huh?”

She smiles almost apologetically, looking down at her legs, “When I was younger my mom would take me to parks so we could try to mimic the bird calling. We’d stay there for hours, it was so much fun and…I thought about doing this with Nikki when she’s old enough.” she laughs nervously, “I mean…unless she’s not into it.”

Bradley returns to drying his hair, dropping the towel to his shoulders and holding the ends with his hands, “You never told me that, that’s pretty cute.” Beatrice just smiles sweetly at him with her cheeks dusted pink, “But I think…if I had to choose, maybe trying to catch snowflakes with our tongues. My mom used to do that with me a lot…and of course we’d have to travel to Virginia to do it.”

“I think that’s doable.”

Bradley laughs softly, disappearing from her view into the bathroom to put on his underwear, “I think so too, but what brought this on?” he doesn’t see her shrug so he peeks his head on the doorframe, “Bea?”

“...My aunt Martha came over a few months back and she said that Nicole will always have something of us in her.”

“Well,she is our daughter.”

“No,no,she meant like…” she moves her hands trying to find words, “There will be things she’ll do that will connect to us. She said that Nicole is also really smart for her age…and i don’t know how she does that.”

“Well, your aunt did say when you’d fall pregnant.” he adds, putting on his pants, “And she was right.”

“...she was.”

Rooster walks out shirtless, with the white tee in his arms, sliding them into the sleeves and bringing the fabric to his shoulders, “I think Nikki will have a great time with us, we’ll be the cool parents,” he slides his head through the collar of his shirt, then pulls it down his body, pulling on the front so he’d be comfortable, “You know? Her dad is an amazing pilot, her mother is an artist,a model and a gorgeous bartender.” Beatrice laughs, rolling her eyes gently as he gets closer to her.

Beatrice is looking down at her hands when he sits down, chewing her lower lip, “I…I don’t really want her to grow too fast.” she confesses, “My parents said we all grew too quickly. That in a blink of an eye everyone was married, graduated or moved out…and I don’t know…maybe I’m being dumb.”

Considering that was one of his fears too, she wasn’t dumb. He looked back at her, seeing how her brows furrowed and her lower lip disappeared between her teeth, “Gorgeous there’s nothing dumb about it, it’s a normal fear.”

“I wish it wasn’t.”

Honestly he preferred to talk about that than Eric, their daughter always made him calm down after all, “Me too, but we are only humans. And new parents,” Beatrice still looked worried so he adjusted himself on the bed to face her fully, “C’mere.”

“Huh?”

He pats his thighs, “C’mere, my lap feels really cold right now.” 

Beatrice looks from his lap to his face, slowly smiling and eventually climbing on his lap, her legs dangling on the side of his body as his lips touched her temple with his arms wrapping around her middle, “...I know it’s because we are new parents,” she comments with her eyes staring at the veins on his arm, “And I know it’s because…of my own traumas and whatever, but I don’t…I don’t want to overprotect Nicole too much.” he hums so she continues, “I want her…to climb trees,I want her to play,I want her to enter the ocean without someone picking her up every five seconds while she’s having fun.”

Rooster had his lips on her temple when he spoke again, “She will be fine. I think we both can manage being protective around her.” he says, “We already are even though we never had to endure anything bad.”

‘True.”

“So, believe me I think we’ll do a good job.” he says, kissing her scalp and leaning back to cup her chin with his thumb and forefinger, turning her to face him, “We’ll be fine, we’ll do good…we have each other.”

Beatrice smiles again, leaning into his touch when he cupped her cheek, “Thank you,Roos…maybe,maybe soon we can take her to the beach? At least for the first time?”

“I don’t see why not, it’s good for her to see the ocean for the first time too.” he says, rubbing the outside of her thigh in a back and forth motion, lips still pressed to her head, “Are you feeling any better?” she nods, “Any doubts that you have are gone?” she nods again, chuckling a bit, “Or else I’d kiss them out of you.”

“Oh then I have some still in there.”

They both laughed, quietly, amorously almost, with Rooster keeping his eyes around Beatrice, shielding her from the outside as much as he could, “You know what,” she ‘hm’ed at him, “You are very cheeky,Mrs.Bradshaw.”

“I learned from the best,” she looks up at him, “Mr.Bradshaw.”

Rooster’s eyes softened and his thumb brushed her cheek, “You know I never tire of you saying that.” he begins, “And I never tire of looking at you when you say it.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh,yeah.” he chuckles, adjusting her on his lap before resting his chin on the crook of her neck, inhaling the lavender scent, feeling the warmth of her body. He always missed her when he was gone, but this time he just couldn’t manage to let her go, even if he tried his arms refused to open, “Makes your eyes shine.”

And Beatrice laughs again, music to his ears like always, her hair tickling his arms as she moved, “Well,I have something wonderful to look at.” and his own cheeks flushed a dark red, making his golden skin almost appear bronze on the face. Beatrice chews her lower lip, wraps her arms around his neck with her fingers interlaced on his nape and tilts her head, “I made you blush again.”

“Are you going to make this a habit?”

“Probably.” 

He smirks, dropping his lips to her cheekbone, pressing a trail of kisses to her jawline and to her lips, “Mm,as long as I can do the same.” he says, breathing in her scent one more time, “Make it even.” 

“You always make me blush,Roos.”

“True,I do.” he whispers, “And I love it.”

Beatrice,who now felt much better than before, just smiled before their lips met in a slow kiss. One that eventually got a lot more intense, one of his hands sliding under the skirt of her dress to where he could touch the elastic of her underwear, turning them around so she’s on the bed and he’s on top of her.

She didn’t stop him, why would she, just brought him closer, gasping and moaning into his mouth when one of his hands came up to gently lower the strap of her dress, pulling the fabric down to show the upper side of her chest, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you when you are wearing this dress.” he growls, rubbing the gentle bump of her hipbone and the soft flesh that covered it, “It really is that nice.”

Beatrice laughs breathlessly into his mouth, tilting her hips upwards to meet his crotch - and the obvious bulge that was making itself known - “How long have you thought about it? You never told me.”

“Ever since I first saw you wearing it.” he murmured, “You looked cute and sexy and all I wanted was to fuck you.”

Beatrice whimpers, feeling his middle and ring finger brush the covered outer side of her sex slowly, with just enough pressure to touch her clit underneath, “You-You thought about that often…”

“Oh you have no idea,gorgeous.” he grinds his hips against her thigh while his hand is still busy between her legs. Beatrice’s soft moans and cries were music to his ears just like her laughter was. He desperately wanted her and it was more than missing her, it was about…having her close, being close, touching her, making sure she’s okay.

The ‘E’ talk made him angry and uneasy, he couldn’t help but suddenly feel overprotective over Beatrice when there’s a chance her ex is still squirming about like the little worm he was. Beatrice sighs out his name when his lips latch on the bare skin of her neck, biting the soft flesh and licking the freshly made abrasions, “Open them.” he whispers against her skin, referring to her legs and she does as he asks, spreading them even wider so he has more ground to cover, “Thank you,pretty girl.”

“Y-You are welcome.” she whispers, still feeling his fingers press up against her, his thumb hooking on the elastic band of her underwear and gently pulling down enough for his nail to brush over her pubic mound, scraping the skin there ever so gently, “A-Ah, Roos…”

“Sssh, it’s okay,” he mutters, “I’m going to take good care of you,gorgeous.”

Beatrice whimpered, “I-I,I h-had something p-planned.” the underwear gets lower and his hand slides inside, no barrier was preventing him from touching her right now, “B-But–”

“Oh?” she can’t speak because his middle finger is prodding her entrance, not yet pushing inside, “Do tell.”

“I-I…I can’t because–”

And suddenly the doorbell rings. 

Rooster groans, dropping his head on her chest and breathing in and out heavily, feeling her move and looking up to see her looking back at him, “I’ll check.” he mutters, pulling his hand out and licking the tip of his middle finger, brows low and pants tight,erection throbbing, “You stay there, pretty and flushed.”

Beatrice could only nod with her chest heaving, hair a mess as she sits up to watch him walk out of the room. Eleanor was already at the door, sniffing the mail slot with her tail straight as a rod. 

Maybe he should’ve checked on his phone first.

Rooster just mentally prepared himself, rubbing his face with both hands, “Ellie,down girl.” he calls when the white dog stood on her hind legs to look to the outside, she wasn’t growling which was a shocker for him, “Ellie,” he tries again when she steps between him and the door, he has to pick her up like she was a sack of potatoes under his arm, opening the door with a displeased frown.

Once he does he’s met with a young man, who looks up at him in surprise, probably because of the absolute murder in his gaze and a huge dog in his arm, “Yes, can I help you?” he didn’t want to sound snappy but there was something else he’d want to be doing.

“Oh,um,sorry. I-I’m one of Marcus’ assistants,” not the same one from before he noted, this one had long rainbow colored hair and was wearing bright pink contacts, “H-He asked me to bring this,” he lifts a box, “To Mrs.Beatrice.”

“Ah.” Rooster bounces Ellie under his hold when she started to slip, still holding the large dog like a potato sack, grabbing the small box from the boy’s hand, turning it back and forth in his hold, “Okay, thank you-”

“Oh, h-he also asked me to uh,” he pats his denim jacket, pulling out a piece of paper, “To give this to her as well, as a thanks.” Rooster just stared at him and the boy placed the piece of paper on top of the box, “A-Anyway, I’ll…uh,go now. Have a nice day!”

Rooster watches the boy scamper away and disappear from his view, before he sighed and stepped back inside, kicking the door closed after he placed Eleanor down. The dog returned to her alert position against the door as Rooster made his way back upstairs, looking at both deliveries with his brow up.

Once he’s back, Beatrice is sitting on the edge, still flushed but alert when he gets inside, “What is it?”

“Something from Marcus,” he waves the box and the folded paper, “He wanted to thank you.”

“Oh, he didn’t have to.” she says, reaching for the box when he holds it closer to her arms, picking it up gingerly and then setting it aside, only looking down at the folded paper with a frown, “This one too?” her husband nods, falling on the bed behind her with a gentle groan, his body begging for them to continue the activities from before but he chose to give her some time to check the gifts Marcus gave her.

He hears her ripping the paper that covered the box, then the ‘sshhff’ as she pulls the box from inside, followed by a click of a latch. Rooster peeks one eye open to check on her, but she has her back turned so he couldn’t see much, having to hold himself on his elbows to have a peek of what was the mysterious gift, “Oh this is so sweet.” she says and he sees her hand moving, turning whatever it was back and forth, “He really didn’t have to.’

“What is it?”

Beatrice looks over her shoulder at him and turns around to sit on her knees. “It’s a small muse figurine.” she says, holding the greek esque statue that stood in the middle of her palm, “Since he was working on Greek aesthetics and such, he said he was going to give me something that worked for both myself and the collection. And this is,” she lifts the figurine to check the bottom, “Erato, the muse of love poetry and lyric poetry…and erotic poetry as well.”

That got his attention.

“Go on.”

She chuckles, “Don’t be a pervert like that.”

“You are the one who said she’s the muse of Erotic poetry.”

Beatrice just smiles more, turning the small figurine back and forth in her hand before putting it away, “I also said she’s the muse of love,’ she slowly climbs on his lap, “And lyric poetry.” she whispers, lowering her mouth to his, “You are the one who chose to latch on that specific one for some weird reason.”

Rooster was so glad to have that pressure on top of his crotch he let out a soft groan, placing his hands on her thighs and moving her hips slowly to get some friction between them, “Not my fault you bring that out of me.” he whispers, “Now can we go back to what we were doing?”

“Hmmm…” she kisses the tip of his nose, “Don’t you want to know what I’m planning?”

“If it involves you and I getting naked and fucking until our legs give out, I’m all ears.”

Beatrice bites her lower lip, she loved when he talked like that. “It’s part of the plan.”

Rooster’s brown eyes darted to meet hers, his chest expanding as he inhaled “Part of the plan,huh?” he just squeezed her thighs, the plump flesh molding against his fingertips and he couldn’t really think about nothing else but having those thighs wrapped around his head as she screamed his name, “How long will this plan take?”

Beatrice thought about it, biting her lower lip, “If you give me…fifteen minutes I can do it.” she says against his mouth, kissing his lips sweetly and repeatedly, “And if you can wait for me…here on the bed, all flushed up and pretty.”

The usage of his own words really did make him flush up a little bit more than before, the hold on her thighs got firmer and his lips dragged down to her jawline, right where her jaw ended and her ear began, “Hurry up then.” he says, hand swooping down to slap her ass with a resonant sound only for a squeak from his wife to follow, “And I’ll be here waiting for you.”

Beatrice giggles, cupping his face to kiss him one more time before she hurried off his lap, the movement making him hold back a groan and look up at the ceiling when he felt like he was about to burst. Instead he interlaced his hands behind his head and followed Beatrice with his eyes as she walked away from him and into the bathroom.

However,a gentle cry coming from Nicole’s room stopped her, “Oh, is it time already?” 

Rooster huffed out a defeated yet amused sigh, “I think so.” another cry, this one louder, “Do you want me to check on her?”

“No,I can do it.” she looks back at him apologetically, “I’m sorry Roos-”

“There’s time later.” he murmurs, but her eyes move from his face to the bulge tenting his pants, “I’ll be fine. Go.”

In reality he wouldn’t be fine, not unless he took care of it right now. It was starting to get uncomfortable.

“I’ll make it up to you.” Bea says, “I promise.”

-

He was a bit surprised when his in-laws showed up late that night to pick Nicole up. At first he was…unsure if he wanted his daughter to go when he just got back, but when Beatrice appeared behind him at the door, telling her parents “Thank you for picking Nicole up.”

“No problem,Tesoro.” her father says, “You two have a nice dinner out.”

Dinner?

Rooster hid his reaction nicely, only waving at Nicole and his in-laws when they were already at the car, before he closed the door and looked over at Beatrice. His wife looked impish, with that cheeky smile on her face and her hands behind her back, “...dinner,huh?” she nods, still smiling, “Is this part of the plan?”

“Hmmmm…it is now.” she says, “I thought about it earlier today after…the several interruptions we had,” she slowly wraps her arms around his neck, pursing her lips as she spoke, “And after you had to deal with it yourself…and I thought,well…why not treat you?”

“Treat me,huh?” another nod, her lower lip sliding into her mouth, “...I do like treats.”

“And with Halloween right around the corner I thought you deserved an early one.”

Bradley tried to hold her when she stepped away from him but the fabric of her dress slipped from his fingers like water, her hands sliding down his chest with her fingernails gently scraping the fabric over his pecs, “Where exactly are we going then?”

“Somewhere that’s just perfect right now.” she says, backing away from him, “Not too cold and not too warm since we’re nearing fall.”

He furrows his brows with a confused smile, chuckling at the sudden riddle with his hands propped on his hips, “Uh-huh.” she just looked so proud of herself, still backing away as she neared up the stairs “And what should I be wearing?”

“Something easy to take off,Lieutenant.” and she turns around to rush up the steps, leaving Rooster standing down there with his mouth open and with a shudder darting all over his body. He had to calm down before he did something here.

And if she wanted to treat him, who was he to deny that?

“What’s easy to take off?” he mumbles to himself, looking down at his denim pants “These are kind of easy to take off.” maybe it was his already horny mind but he couldn’t wait to see what Beatrice was planning because there was that glint in her eye. The one he saw back on that Christmas night - oh he still remembers that every day - or the day she dressed up - and he ripped that suit immediately - the one that he knew would be responsible for magic to happen.

He inhaled shakily, with a smile, then rushed upstairs to meet her in their room, thinking on what exactly he could wear for this sudden treat dinner.

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[nicoleheichou]

Now All I See Is Color (A Miya Atsumu x f.reader Soulmate AU)*

[Completed]

* i had planned for this to only be an Atsumu story, but i fell in love with Suna and didn't want to hurt him, but then y'all fell in love with both and didn't want me to hurt them, so basically, everyone gets their happy ending twice. 🤪

• timeskip!characters, slight manga spoilers, fluff, some angst, manipulation, cheating, suggestive themes (nothing crazy), alcohol, swearing, and I'll add more as we go

• post schedule: as of right now i might post daily around 6pm - 7pm MST, if not, i'll let everyone know in advance. 😌

• disclaimer: i don't own any of the characters unless stated otherwise, i don't own any of the photos, and remember the photos i post are for reference, they have nothing to do with how y/n looks. you get to decide how she looks.

In a world where soulmates exist, it's uncommon for most people to find theirs. A lot of them going their whole lives never experiencing the world in color because they've never met their soulmate. But that all changes for y/n when she becomes MSBY Jackals player, Miya Atsumu's assistant. They're about to experience the world in color together. But what does that mean for y/n when both her and Atsumu are in committed relationships?

Chapters:

• intros: y/n squad | atsumu squad

• chapter 1: a good idea for once

• chapter 2: isn't zero

• chapter 3: oh shit

• chapter 4: friends?

• chapter 5: BREAKING

• chapter 6: ya think i did good?

• chapter 7: on the house

• chapter 8: y'all mind if i scream?

• chapter 9: so good to me

• chapter 10: that's my girl

• chapter 11: oh ffs

• chapter 12: ya ain't a backstabber

• chapter 13: snake

• chapter 14: you dropped this queen 👑

• chapter 15: color me surprised

• chapter 16: nasty

• chapter 17: clout chaser

• chapter 18: rated e for everyone

• chapter 19: i wouldn't lie to ya

• chapter 20: on a break

• chapter 21: only for you pretty girl

• chapter 22: don't fall for it

• chapter 23: pretends to be shocked

• chapter 24: too much pressure

• chapter 25: figure it out together

• chapter 26: call it a hunch

• chapter 27: a little tipsy

• chapter 28: worthy of love

• chapter 29: are we okay?

• chapter 30: don't know what to do

• chapter 31: sleepover

• chapter 32: choose me

• chapter 33: so lucky

• chapter 34: i can explain

• chapter 35: my favorite view

• chapter 36: your what

• chapter 37: don't tease him

• chapter 38: doll told me

• chapter 39: lunch date - pt 1, pt 2

• chapter 40: how was lunch?

• chapter 41: knew this was a possibility

• chapter 42: 15% discount

• chapter 43: code red

• chapter 44: don't cry

• chapter 45: ily x 100

• chapter 46: let's hang out

• chapter 47: yn support group

• chapter 48: yn simp club

• chapter 49: [redacted]

• chapter 50: SMACK

• chapter 51: that was hot

• chapter 52: you want proof? - pt 1, pt 2

• chapter 53: isn't about me

• chapter 54: be your sugar baby too

• chapter 55: best boys

• chapter 56: real overwhelmed girl shit

• chapter 57: made my decision

Miya Atsumu Route:

• chapter 58: wasn't enough

• chapter 59: i choose you dummy

• chapter 60: kept you waiting

• chapter 61: make ya fall so in love

• chapter 62: epilogue

Suna Rintarō Route

• chapter 63: it's you

• chapter 64: in another life

• chapter 65: knew from the very first day

• chapter 66: it was always you

• chapter 67: epilogue

Poly Route

• chapter 68: a selfish request

• chapter 69: not fair

• chapter 70: the main character

• chapter 71: property of y/n

• chapter 72: epilogue

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